Put in a Difficult Position

"Ouch! My hair!"

"Sorry!"

Sex in the back seat of the car had sounded like a fun thing to do—at first. Then the logistics of two tall people in that cramped up back seat hadn’t exactly worked out the way they’d planned. Rick was on the bottom, trying to adjust his legs but in the process had caught a hand in Michonne’s locs and pulled. They were both breathless but it was from the effort of getting situated rather than from passion.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, her mind on the task at hand. She sat up and immediately banged her head on the roof of the car. Then her right knee slipped and she nearly fell to the floor.

"Wait," she said, repositioning herself. "Okay. We’re good.

"This seemed easier when I was a teenager in the back of my dad’s Oldsmobile Delta 88," Rick commented.

"Those things are land boats, Rick. This is a Ford Focus."

"Yeah, big difference," he agreed.

"Oh…"

"What?" he asked.

"Gotta get my pants down and one leg out," she said.

That was going to be a job and a half.

"Maybe you should be on bottom?"

She shook her head. “I can do it. I want to be on top. You’re always on top.”

“‘cause I’m a man,” he said, making his southern drawl super thick and cocky. She allowed herself to laugh, noticing the windows were fogged up from their efforts but for all the wrong reasons.

"Okay, just move your leg. Need room for my knee."

He adjusted himself and she worked her pants down, some of their initial excitement began to return as she struggled to get her shoe off but soon she realized it just wasn’t going to work.

"Let’s get out for a second," Rick said.

"No, I will. You stay put."

She grunted with the effort of getting out of the car, having to push the back of the front passenger seat up to get out. She wiggled out of the tight space and then took her shoe off. The ground was wet and muddy from a recent rain. She slipped, landing hard on her back.

Inside Rick let out a belly laugh that infuriated her.

"You think this is funny?"

He quieted at once. “No,” he replied meekly.

"Uh-huh," Michonne said. If he wanted to get lucky he’d better watch it.

She got up, her ass and back covered in mud and water, and furiously yanked her pants off one leg.

"Get yours down. Jesus Christ…" she called, watching Rick hurry to comply, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles.

Michonne took a deep breath, determined to see it through after all the work she’d put in for it, and got in, managing to close the door before she straddled Rick again. He was so busy laughing he wasn’t hard.

"I’m sorry," he said, resting his hand on her thighs.

"It’s okay. If it had happened to you I’d have laughed."

He wasn’t laughing when she pulled off her top and bra, exposing perky breasts tipped with hardened nipples. The night was chilly but Michonne planned to get warmed up nicely.

"Oh, God, you’re so beautiful," Rick breathed, hardening against her, his length stretching along her thigh, making her wet. "I can’t believe you like me."

"I don’t like you," Michonne said, lifting up and guiding him into her.

"What?"

"I love you."

"Oh…" he sighed, his eyes suddenly looking misty as he gazed up at her.

Michonne rocked against him, feeling him move deep inside her. Their breath came fast, their moans increasing in volume and pitch as she rolled her hips, driving them closer to release. Rick’s hands massaged her breasts before stroking her belly and a thumb came to press against her swollen, aching clit.

He pulled her close, kissing her long and deep.

"What are you kids doin’ in there?"

It was Abraham. Rick had asked him to take over his shift for the night. The windows were so foggy he couldn’t see in.

"Go away!" Michonne shouted.

"Michonne?" Abraham said.

Nobody knew about her and Rick yet. They wanted it to be theirs for a while before sharing it with everybody else.

She looked back and saw his face flattened against the window.

"You okay?"

"I’m fine, now go!"

Rick suddenly stiffened inside her and she felt his hot release, just as Abraham started laughing and walked away.

"Rick!" she said. Already he was softening inside her.

"This is why I prefer to be on top," he said, his face contrite. "Plus, Abraham distracted me. I couldn’t concentrate."

Michonne shook her head. She was going to find Abraham and kill him, just as soon as she finished choking Rick.